ALL'S WELL! Is the pathway dark and dreary? Are you broken, heart-sick, weary? Dreariest roads shall have an ending, Are life's threads all sorely tangled? God's in His heaven! Are the sweet chords strained and jangled? God's in His heaven! Tangled threads are for Love's fingers, Trembling chords make sweet heaven's Is the burden past your bearing? God's in His heaven! All's . . . well! Is the light for ever failing? God's in His heaven! Is the faint heart ever quailing? God's strong arms are all around you, Is the future black with sorrow? God's in His heaven! Do you dread each dark to-morrow? Nought can come without His knowing. All's ... well! Peace and heaven lie all about us. God's in His heaven! Peace within makes heaven without us. God's in His heaven! God's great love shall fail us never, We are His, and His for ever. All's well! All's well! All's . . . well! HIS MERCY ENDURETH FOR EVER Our feet have wandered, wandered far and wide, His mercy endureth for ever! From that strait path in which the Master died, His mercy endureth for ever! Low have we fallen from our high estate, Long have we lingered, lingered long and late; But the tenderness of God Is from age to age the same, And His Mercy endureth for ever! There is no sin His Love can not forgive;— His mercy endureth for ever! No soul so stained His Love will not receive; His mercy endureth for ever! No load of sorrow but His touch can move, No hedge of thorns that can withstand His Love; For the tenderness of God Is from age to age the same, And His Mercy endureth for ever! So we will sing, whatever may betide;- Nought but ourselves can keep us from His side; His mercy endureth for ever! What though no place we win in life's rough race, Our loss may prove the measure of His grace. For the tenderness of God Is from age to age the same, And His Mercy endureth for ever! GOD IS GOOD I faced a future all unknown, No opening could I see, I heard without the night wind moan, "I cannot face it all alone O be Thou near to me!" I had done sums, and sums, and sums, I'd tried in vain to pierce the glooms. But two and two will not make five, Nor will do when I'm dead. And then I thought of Him who fed Five thousand hungry men, With five small casual loaves of bread, Would he were here again! Dear God! hast Thou still miracles For the troubled sons of men? He has, He will, He worketh still, He drew me from the miry clay, He filled my cup quite full. And while my heart can speak I'll tell His love unspeakable. "Rest in the Lord!"-I saw it there, And, comforted, I dropped my care Then, trustfully, I turned and slept, God works to-day as He did of old His Love, His Power, His Tenderness,- His kindness is so very great, His greatness is so good. He looks upon my low estate, He gives me daily food. And nothing is too small for Him, Yes, truly! God is good. SOME AND SOME Some have much, and some have more, Some are rich, and some are poor, Some have little, some have less, Some have not a cent to bless |